A Hope We Can Count On

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Anyone else heard the phrase “unprecedented times” more than once recently? I looked up its definition, wondering just what exactly it would give me:

“Never before known or experienced; unexampled or unparalleled.”

Sometimes that might mean exciting things, but more often we seem to be saying (especially right now),

“We weren’t ready for this. We have no idea what we’re doing. This wasn’t in my schedule! Who would’ve thought this is where we’d be in a year? Remember when we were all talking about 2020 vision? Ha!”

Sometimes it’s tough not to get overwhelmed and frustrated by all the negativity, varying opinions, endless news reports, and just plain confusion of what’s all going on in our world right now.

I couldn’t tell you much about what I know about this chaos, but I could tell you alot about what I don’t know. Except that’s not the point. But if sometimes, like me, you struggle to see the good in all of this, I leave these verses with you from Isaiah:

“For the Lord shall comfort Zion: he will comfort all her waste places; and he will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.” 51:3

“Break forth into joy, sing together, ye waste places of Jerusalem: for the Lord hath comforted his people, he hath redeemed Jerusalem.” 52:9

Too often I forget that, even though these times are unprecedented for us, they’re not for God. He’s not surprised or alarmed. This isn’t new to Him like it is to the rest of us. And there’s still so much to be thankful for. There’s still so much hope, and the most important things in life are far from out of reach.

The other night, I couldn’t sleep for several hours, which is very rare for me. And what did I do but try everything else I could think of that might help me fall asleep, before turning to God’s Word as my last resort. Too often this is the case. When in reality, nothing or no one can bring true peace and rest like God and His Truth can. He remains the same through all the chaos and confusion and all I have to do is believe. I’m so glad that He can work with faith the size of a mustard seed, because sometimes that’s all I’ve got.

And in the meantime,

God still has a vision for 2020.

He never stops working.

And what’s most important is still within our reach.

We still have too many blessings to count. But let’s try counting them anyway.

A Powerful Testimony of the Gift of Life (Guest Post)

Hi friends and blessings to you all! The following powerful and sincere testimony has been written by a dear friend who humbly would like to stay anonymous. Please read it and allow it to turn your eyes upon Jesus and His gift of life specially designed and given to you. There is a purpose designed just for you that is far greater than yourself. May you be encouraged and blessed as you read.

There is a joy that comes from deep inside, which brings tears to my eyes, when I look back and see what the Lord has done in me. I am reminded of my unique testimony of my amazing God, and I would like to share it with you.

As a two year old, I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. Neuroblastoma to be exact. I know, big word! I was in the hospital for 9 months receiving treatment, surgeries, a transplant, and lots of needles. Of course I don’t remember it, but I have the scars and they are just as real to me.

In the world’s eyes I wasn’t supposed to live, being I only had a 40% survival rate. But that’s the thing about God, He does the unexpected. If it weren’t for Him and the prayers of others I probably wouldn’t be here today.

As a child to a teen, I was as normal as any other kid, except for one thing…I had a hearing disability. I didn’t want to answer questions like, “What are those things in your ears?” and statements such as “There’s got to be a reason you’re so short.”

I didn’t understand why it had to happen, and I wished I could remember what those I loved must have gone through, the pain that they felt. Still do. If I’m being completely honest, I chose to be bitter instead of grateful at times. I let myself become frustrated over the side effects I had to live with. I’ve learned that that is what happens when I take my eyes off Christ.

I still struggle with this at times, but I see myself through a new set of eyes now, and those are the eyes of Jesus. You see, I had to learn that I have been created for a greater purpose. One that is eternal. One that glorifies and causes me to worship my God.

He has the power to give and to take away. The choice is His alone. He chose to give me physical and eternal life. He could’ve said no, but He said yes!

My friends, I want you to get this…God chooses to give each of us life!

In His kindness God called you to share in His glory by means of Christ Jesus. So after you have suffered a little while, He will restore, support, and strengthen you, and He will place you on a firm foundation. -1 Peter 5:10 NLT

He could’ve destroyed us long ago, He has that power! But He chooses to give because that is who He is! He gave us His Son willingly to die, so we wouldn’t have to.

There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. -John 15:13 NLT

Jesus did this, and more. Jesus has made us friends of God, and calls us to a relationship with Him.

So, now the choice is ours. Will we say no? No to giving back this life to the one Who gave it to us in the first place? Or will we say YES!

Until the Lights Turned On

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They thought they were alone

Until the lights turned on.

In a dark room,

Wading through their own problems

With no answers.

Trying to find clarity in the muddled mess

Of human existence in a broken world.

Where were the answers they were looking for?

What was the meaning of

Words like hope, peace, freedom, joy…?

Up to this point, they had only been

Words whispered outside these four cold walls:

Barely heard above the noisy din of life,

Not much more than a vapor, and





How to get from here to there, they had no idea.

Backs against the wall, heads bowed in defeat.

They knew only the agony of isolation,

Not the blanket of peaceful solitude.

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Then the lights turned on.

They covered their eyes to adjust to the blinding brightness.

One looked up, and saw another.

And then another saw another.

Their eyes were filled with wonder and questioning.

Each one had thought they were alone,

But then the light turned on.


But wait a second, where was this light coming from?

One by one, they turned their gaze.

Could it be?

It was not just the light-

It was the Light.

It was not just the sun-

It was the Son.


It was the Healer Himself.

Come to heal the wounds,

Answer the questions,

Deliver the truth,

Spread the love,

Save the souls,

And dispel the darkness.

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In His outstretched hand, He held a key.

He asked only one thing of them that day,

Short and simple:

“Come. Rise up, and follow me.”

Did that mean life was forever simple

For those who followed? Absolutely not.

There were episodes of doubt amidst all the unknown.

There were times they questioned why they had followed.

There were storms, fog, valleys, and questions.

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But because of the Light Himself,

Hope was no longer just a vapour.

It was available.

Love was no longer a fairy tale.

It was the essence of true, abundant life itself.

Freedom was not only a dream.

It was reality.

Joy was not only written on the wish list.

It was written on their faces.


They thought they were alone,

Until the Light came in.


“In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” {John 1:4,5}

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LIFE as We Know It

“And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

I had read the verse before. Numerous times. But this time, it jumped out at me in a whole new light. God creating a living soul from the dust of the earth and breathing life into him? This is actually incredible. No one else could do that. Yet we talk of this miracle almost as if it was just another day in the life of Adam. But it wasn’t just another day. It was THE day. The first day, actually. In fact, it was the very first day for human life to set foot on the earth that God had created. Just think of all that has taken place with humanity since then.

Do you think creating people after His own image and likeness was an afterthought? Do you think He had a weak moment when He created us, not fully realizing how much chaos and disaster we could actually cause? Those are rhetorical questions, folks. No, and no. When I was reading that passage in Genesis, I was guilty of skimming through, half of my brain focusing on what I was reading, and the other half telling me in a grating voice how many times I’ve heard this passage. Then I came to that verse about God creating man from the dust of the earth and breathing life into his soul and it made me stop and exhale. Life, my friends. For what?

It brought to mind a line from a poem that captured my attention: dust thou art, to dust returnest. What did it really mean?

I thought it fitting to include on here: the whole piece of poetic art, with the title fitting right in:

A Psalm of Life

Tell me not, in mournful numbers

Life is but an empty dream!

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end or way;

But to act, that each tomorrow

Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Act- act in the living Present!

Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Now, if you’re looking at me cross-eyed because I brought poetry into all of this, and also because you have no clue what bivouac means, relax and hang tight.

First of all, I know that poetry is not even close to being appreciated as much as it was years ago, and I think it’s sad. We’re missing so much. We start whimpering as soon as we don’t know what an odd word or phrase means, and then set it aside to check the feeds for the gazillionth time and painstakingly read paragraphs of hashtags in which the words don’t even have spaces between them and the only punctuation is a flood of “pound signs” all over the place. Are we really that much more brilliant than the people of the “Poetic Age”? Okay, end of rant about hashtags from a person who uses hashtags.

Secondly, I had no idea what bivouac meant either, so I looked it up. And this is the beauty of finding the deeper meaning behind certain words or phrases.

Bivouac means…

a temporary camp without tents or cover, used especially by soldiers or mountaineers.

Look back and see how the word is used. It makes sense, doesn’t it? It helps us create a vivid mind picture. Life is like that. Often we feel vulnerable, exposed to the elements., lacking complete security. There’s a lot of risks to be taken, and chances for mistakes. Yet here we are, called to something higher from the most High God.

The “dust thou art, to dust returnest” comes from Ecclesiastes 3:20: “All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.”

Think about it, my friends. It can start to sound like our lives and our efforts are worthless. As if all that’s done is undone once again in the end. The truth of this depends solely on what we are investing in. If it’s all earthly, then the harsh reality is that yes, it is all completely in vain. It’s a sobering thought.

How is it that the temporary things of this earth can so soon appear to be the most important and the most urgent? I’m asking because I know from experience how quickly and frequently we can find ourselves there.

I don’t have answers, but I have questions. God breathed life into our souls for a reason. It wasn’t His intent for us to just float along through life aimlessly.

Can we grasp the fact that God actually chose us as weak, imperfect, disastrous, sinful human beings to carry out His perfect calling?

I can’t. It’s nothing short of a miracle. At the same time, it can be so overwhelming. Where do we start? What are we to do? There’s a lot of unknowns, and our strength fails us. But who are we kidding? We could never have existed without God in the picture. So what makes us think we can now?

So we tell our fearful beating hearts to believe with all our strength that with God all things are possible, and that’s really all the strength we need.

Wanna know something? Your faith is going to move mountains. And that, my friend, will not go to nothing.

P.S. Go read Ecclesiastes 3 (with both halves of your brain). No matter how many times you’ve heard it before, I promise you will be blessed.

A Note to Self and a Letter for You

Hey! Guess what? It’s been awhile. Like a really long while. But I’m glad to be back to share my two cents here and there. I came across this pep talk in my archives that I had written in the past as a note to self, and I hope and pray that maybe, just maybe, you can take something from this too. I don’t know where you’re at but one thing I know, you’re awesome. And awesome people deserve letters once in awhile, so this one’s for you:Dear child of God,Stop running.Stop running from your fears, and face them instead.Stop running through life at this mad pace and ignoring the warning signs popping up around you.Stop. Just stop long enough to catch your breath, heal, and gather the strength to move on.Stop focusing on yourself and your short-comings. Instead, focus your attention on the God Who holds all power. The One Who is full of goodness and grace and all those things that perhaps sound so cliche but really, they’re 100% truth.Start believing. Believe, child. Believe that God is on your side, because guess what? He actually is. For real and for serious. He’s fighting for you, not against you.Light begins to dawn when you toss unbelief to the wind, wash your hands in the rivers of redemption, and slip them into the hands of the good, good Father.When you learn to know God more in a personal way, things begin to make a lot more sense.The puzzle comes together.The waves calm.The storms die down.The vision clears.The steps become more sure.No, I’m not saying your surroundings or circumstances will change, I’m saying that your outlook on them will, and that makes a big difference.The focus is taken off of self.The victim experiences victory.The one in bonds tastes freedom.Pray. Pray hard. Pray often. Pray in faith. Just pray lots, and reap the benefits in due time. Then, remember to thank the One who proves Himself faithful every single time.When things don’t make sense, don’t freak out. It makes sense to Someone, and that’s all that really matters.In time, you’ll understand. In time, you’ll see what He had up his sleeve. Just you wait.Sincerely,the pep talker

The Rant About Life, Messes, and Reality. You’re Welcome.

Life looks messy sometimes. Things don’t go as planned, we make the wrong choices, we fail, we try again.

Sometimes trying to cover up and ignore the mess seems like the easiest way out. Everyone else seems to have their lives together, and we fear to admit our weaknesses and mistakes. Yet we all know that the reality is, no one has their life completely figured out and perfectly in line. Life happens and so do clumsy and messy things. Am I the only one who can get caught up in what I should be doing and where I should be at and what my life should look like?

I’ve heard a comment made that went like this: “But I have no excuse to be sad.”

To this, the wise advisor replied, “You’re human. You don’t need an excuse.”

For some reason, that comment stuck with me. Too often I’ve found myself in the rut of believing I need to have a rehearsed reason for everything I’m doing and feeling.

What if we all gave each other just a little more grace? What if we accepted that we don’t need to understand everyone’s intentions right away? What if we left the confining mold and high ideals for humanity behind and let ourselves realize that not one person is the same and that we were not created for molds?

What if we were reminded that instead of being created for a mold, God molded us with His own hands. Each with a specific, individual plan and purpose in mind.

The whole line of events leading up to our rescue story on the day of Jesus’ crucifixion got really messy.

Did Jesus’ followers always approve of the places He went, the things He did, and the people He took time for?

Not in my Bible.

Do you think Jesus’ friends and disciples always understood why He did what He did and why He had to die such a gruesome death?

Call me Thomas but I doubt it.

Did the “know-it-alls” in the society of Jesus’ time actually know it all?


Did all this stop God from working His plan for our salvation?

Not a chance.

Through the miraculous story of our salvation, we can take this with us:

God actually specializes in messes. Sometimes the most amazing things happen in places no one ever dreamed.


Well, do you think God needs our help to figure those things out?

Maybe He doesn’t.

Maybe He just needs us to trust Him, believe in the good of others, and let Him do the rest.

Do you think God waits around for OUR approval on HIS plans?

Call me Thomas, but I doubt it again.

Criticism doesn’t burst His ego.

Negative feedback doesn’t shake His confidence.

He is God. He knows what He’s doing.

And let’s admit it, sometimes we do not. Throughout His whole plan of salvation, it took a major overthrowing of society’s expectations to bring us where we are today.

Traditions were broken.

Expectations weren’t met.

The religious ones were wrong.

Did things always make sense to our people?


Does that stop God from working His wonders?

Also nope.

His ways are so much higher than ours, and that’s what makes life beautiful.

Of Unknowns, Circumstances, and Moving Onward

Dear you. Find the following scenario relatable? Put your name in it, know you’re not alone, and take heart.

She stood on the mountaintop, surveying the journey ahead of her as the golden sun beat down on her tired face.

Now what? She had no perfectly-planned itinerary to view before she continued on. Truth be told, that was exactly what she craved at the moment: something or someone to tell her the exact order of events and their outcomes.

Something or someone to keep her from one of her biggest enemies: failure.

There was no telling what was waiting for her around the next corner. In her state of fear and uncertainty, the rocks and thorns beneath her feet seemed to mock her with no mercy.

Why had she signed up for all of this in the first place? Or had she signed up at all? Shouldn’t someone more qualified be in her shoes right now? Everyone else seemed to know what they were doing. Or did it just appear that way?

Her questions hung heavy and unanswered in the atmosphere that surrounded her.

Not too long ago, things had appeared different to her. Perhaps more reliable and predictable. But things had taken a sudden turn. The scenery was different than she was expecting, and the route suddenly looked much different than she had first hoped for.

And what else had changed since that moment of clarity?

Oh yeah.

Regretfully, she kicked at a loose rock nearby, hanging her head in confusion and shame.

In a moment of pride and stubborn ignorance, she had turned her attention from the wisdom of her Guide and blazed on ahead. Perhaps it had been when the going was easy and the problems were few.

But only now did she realize the magnitude of her mistake.

Standing at the top of this mountain, where the breezes carried scents of things both bitter and sweet, she faced yet more decisions. More forks in the road.

Ahead of her lay several different paths, all leading her in a different direction. But which one was she to take?

She dreaded making yet another bad choice. In the atmosphere of isolation and solitude that surrounded her, everything seemed to hang heavy, including the load on her back.

This was too much. Things hadn’t turned out like she had thought they would.

With a heaving sigh, she turned her back on every single path in front of her and chose instead to set foot on the one behind.

Maybe if she turned back and retraced her steps, she could recover what had been lost and redo the areas in which she had failed.Maybe she could even find someone more qualified to take her place in the journey.

In any case, the unknown future looked overwhelming. Too big for someone so small.

In desperation, she cupped her hands to her mouth and called, “Hello? Anybody around? Where’s my Guide? Can someone help me?”

Not expecting a reply, she jumped at the sound of rustling brush and a voice that came back with a calm, gentle answer.

Could it be? Yes, it was! It was the Guide Himself!

Hastily, she began to explain, “I’ve decided to turn back. The path ahead looks too complicated and complex for me. Perhaps you should find someone else for this journey You had in mind.

“It’s turning out different than I was expecting, and it seems to require someone more qualified than I.”

She studied the ground beneath her feet and waited for His response.

“Wait. There’s something you’re not understanding,” He began, “There’s no one more qualified for this journey than you. This is your journey. One of those paths you have not yet taken leads you to your destination.

“But since you’re already turned towards the past, let’s stop and take a look at it.”

Reluctantly, she gave in and followed his gaze to the miles that had already been covered.

“Child,” He continued, “Think back to the place where it all started. Remember who you were back then? Remember how it all began?”

She squinted her eyes, half in deep thought and half in attempt to look back as far as she could.

So much had happened since then. It was hard to get a clear picture in her mind of where it had all started, but there was one thing she knew; she was different. Things were different. Understanding began to enlighten her face and spark in her eyes.

Her Guide smiled knowingly and stated, “Look at you, child. You’ve grown. You’ve changed. Has everything been easy? Most definitely not.

“But look at what each of those circumstances have done for you. They’ve played a role in shaping who you are today. They’ve challenged you. Strengthened you. Equipped you.”

With curiosity, she inquired, “Equipped me for what?”

“That’s what you’re about to find out. If you choose to follow me.”

“So you’re not looking for someone more qualified?”

“No, child. This is your journey. Not someone else’s. To have me as your Guide says you’re qualified.

“You can choose to hang back and dwell on the past, but that’s as far as you’ll get. You can’t change it. Do you know what you can do? You can follow me and keep moving forward in faith.”

With deepest compassion, He extended His hand and the invitation, “There are good things waiting, but we must keep travelling to get there. It won’t all be easy, but I can promise you it will be worth it. Now, will you come?”

Yes. It was a for sure yes. She would leave her expired travel plans behind and come.

She reached for His hand and rose to her feet. His grip was strong and His step was sure, and it was then that she knew; she couldn’t have asked for a better Guide. Everything really would be okay and worth it after all. With Him, there was strength, and there was enough.

And what was this strange new sensation rising within her chest? Why, she was excited! Full of anticipation.

There was something almost exhilarating about the unknown. Before them lay a wealth of opportunity and adventure, right in amidst the trials and tough going.

With a spring in her step, she looked up, smiled, and stated with deepest of sincerity, “I trust You, and You are good.”

And with equal sincerity, he replied, “I love you, and you will be blessed.

And so they went. Onward.

So can you, my dear friend. So can you. For with Him all things are possible. Hallelujah.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.

For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9

Lessons I Learned Upside Down


This past summer, I was told that your seventeenth year is usually your best year.

This past summer, I turned seventeen.

I was determined to make my seventeenth year the best one yet.

But guess what happened only several days after my seventeenth birthday?

Someone stuck their finger in the waters of my high ideals and sent them swirling, and I was left staring death in the face. What a great start. Let me explain myself.

I was on my way home from a church function, and my brain was on high speed. I was thinking back over the day and the past week, and mentally organizing what all had to happen in the week ahead of me. Things would have to work out just so, and there wasn’t much time for glitches in the system. I was exceptionally busy during that time, and, I’ll have to admit, I was being a bit of a control freak.

The picture somewhat disturbs me. Imagine a child, clenching something tightly inside his fist. You know it’s unsafe for him to have it, so you attempt to retrieve it for the sake of his safety. Instead of willingly handing it over to you, he stubbornly curls his fingers even tighter around the object and holds it close to him in refusal. Probably even says, “Mine!”

I was kinda like that child. I was holding things too tightly, for fear of things swirling into chaos. Did it work? Obviously not. Not at all.

Because not much later, I lost control on the loose gravel of the back road I was driving and was sent sailing over the edge.


One of the first things that went through my head as I saw the control slipping out of my hands was,”No, this can’t be happening to me. ”

It sounds foolish, I know. I was pretty much telling God, “Hey, this wasn’t on the agenda. I don’t have time for this. I don’t have time to die. What’s going on?”

Like that mattered right then.

You can’t fully understand the feeling of being weighed in the balance between death and life until you’ve experienced it yourself. I was told later by the police who responded and investigated that I had rolled end over end and side over side, and part of me wasn’t entirely surprised, based on how the scenery had been in those few seconds of action. I was surprised, however, by the fact that I could remember a lot of the details very vividly.

The kind officer came up to where I was sitting and asked me again, “You’re still feeling okay?”

“Yes,” I replied with confidence, “I am.”

“You’re lucky to be alive, you realize that?” he stated gravely.


It wasn’t luck, but I knew what he meant. And yes, I realized it, even though I didn’t understand it. In fact, no one seemed to.

The paramedics came, asked me questions and checked me over. Their responses and facial expressions seemed to say, “How can you just be totally okay? There’s gotta be something wrong somewhere.”

At the end of the examination, the paramedic graciously stated, “Well, everything seems to be fine except your heart rate is a little high…”

I almost burst out laughing. In the ambulance. With a bunch of confused paramedics. Not recommended. Unless you’re in the mood to get airlifted.

So my heart rate was a little high? What a surprise. And a relief.

That night, God seemed to say, “You want a good year? First things first, you must be reminded who’s in control.” And was I ever reminded. The hard way, of course.

The next thing on God’s agenda with me that night was to show me what I really needed. The things that would really stand the test of time. The things that were really of most importance. And it turns out, those “things” weren’t actually things at all.


He left my Bible and the above birthday card right on the passenger seat while everything else was thrown out the windows, back up on the middle of the road, down the ditch, across the field, everywhere. Even my glasses had flown off my head and into the backseat. But God’s divine Word stayed glued to the seat. Is that a miracle, or is that a miracle?

When the action stopped and I realized I was still alive and moving and able to get out, I jumped out and immediately began searching for my phone, gathering CD cases, birthday gifts, glasses, and a shoe along the way. I couldn’t find it anywhere. If you had been witnessing the scene that night, you would have heard the desperate prayers of, “Lord, help me find my phone! I need my phone!”

“Do you?” He seemed to be saying, ” Or do you need me?”

Come on. We might as well have said I was in the desert. How else would I get help?

Just like that, an old pickup came cruising down the quiet, abandoned dirt road. There was nothing to do but stand by my wreck of a car and hope for the best. Would their intentions be good or bad? I was about to find out.

You people, they were angels. Silver-haired ones. Take it as you wish, but either way, their intentions were good. Very, very good. Bless their dear hearts.

So what was I left with that night?

Ever-faithful God, His ever-faithful Word, people, a life that I was fortunate yet to live, and the song that still played strong through my stereo as I searched frantically for what I was desperately “needing”:a choir singing, “Come Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy”.

Please listen up for one more thing before I go. I’m still learning these lessons. I’m still processing things from way back then. I’m still just as human as anyone. And as gracious as so many of you were to say, “I’m so glad you’re still alive!” and “God must have a plan for you!” , please take this with you when you go: I’m so glad you’re still alive too, and because you’re still blessing this earth with your presence, that must mean God has a plan for you too.

There’s always a reason you’re alive. Let’s pursue the reason and the One behind it together.

A Letter to The Warriors of Change. In Other Words, You.


Dear you,

You who finds yourself

Grasping for a foothold on the slippery slope of time,

Gulping for oxygen on a fast-moving train you don’t remember boarding,

Losing against gravity on the tough mountain climb,

Groping helplessly through the fog of everything in your life blurred together in order to put your finger on that one specific thing that is all you can think of,

Slumping farther yet again as another pack of expectations and responsibilities is added to your once-young shoulders,

Trying to get somewhere with unclear directions,

You. You who are experiencing change?

Breathe. It’s tough, but God is enough.

No matter how cliche it sounds.


We can’t always explain the ache of change, loss, moving on, or moving out.

Sometimes we try to ignore the nagging fears of vulnerability and the ever-moving, never-stopping hands of that daunting, impatient clock.

Perhaps to a time, you have wished to put your hands to the hands of that clock and coach them along, hurry them up.

But now you may be wishing to put your hands to it yet again, only this time to turn them back, slow them down, or just take the battery out and make that thing stop altogether for awhile.

I’m guilty of that, but the truth I have to face is this: I can stop my clock, stop the ticking, the moving, and fool myself into thinking that time is taking a break, but it’s no use.

There’s still a million other clocks still ticking, still making their rounds, and time has never ever stopped, even though I’m pretending it has.

We’ve all seen change of some kind. Some have seen it written on a piece of paper, like a diploma, a letter, an acceptance form, a job opportunity, or somewhere in a book. Others have heard it through a phone call, a conversation, a message, a song. Still others have seen it walking down the aisle, or boarding a plane, or moving house.

You know how you’ve seen it, I know how I’ve seen it, and we’ve all discovered this inevitable fact:
Change changes us.


This is why we can find ourselves somewhat lost and nameless in the world, at times. We look around and wonder, where did the identity thief come from, and where has he gone?

How have we got here?

What are we to do next?

What if we’re feeling unqualified?

Breathe. It’s tough, but God is enough.

No matter how cliche it sounds.

Change hits us in strange and sometimes unexpected ways. Ways that can tear a big, gaping, aching hole through us and will we ever feel right and whole again?

In a sense, change forces us to change. And sometimes, stubborn me doesn’t want to change, at least not in the way I’m required to. Sometimes, I just want things the way they’ve always been.

So we can’t change change, and we can’t change the fact that change changes us…

But listen. We can change the way change changes us. As one who can sometimes look at change a little too negatively and fearfully, I must remind myself: I cannot control the circumstances, but I can control how I respond to them.

Am I the only one who, when I stop and reflect on the past, can wonder if I’m even the same person at all?
No matter how unwanted it can be sometimes, there is positives to these times of stretching and learning and growing, and they are just that. Stretching, learning and growing.

If you’re wishing for a redo on life, stop and reflect on what all took place. There may be lots of things we want to relive, redo. But that’s not the end of it.

Think back to the places you’ve been, the experience you gained, the relationships you’ve built, and the lessons you’ve learned. Would you really want to undo all that? The question stands for you to answer yourself.


And I’m giving you credit here. You’ve put a lot of grit and elbow grease and energy and time and investment into your life. And I’m talking no matter how many mistakes you’ve made.

Maybe to say I want to go back, I’m saying I want to tear down what has just been built.

What if instead, we focused on continuing to build on the foundation that has already been laid? With the experiences coming our way right now.
Dear you. Your life matters. And all we’re given is the here and the now. So maybe we should just see how much goodness and blessing and wonderfulness we can squeeze out of this moment. Know what I’m saying?



That Life Lately Type of Post

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Dear you,

It’s been awhile, but I’m back and please know that I still have lots I want to tell you, not out of a highly knowledgeable mind, but out of a heart that is so desperately imperfect, only it wants to open the door and invite you into the presence of the Most Holy One. It’s about the Maker of this heart, not the heart itself. I’m only a student in the classroom of my God and guess what? You’re my classmate. We’re in this together.

And you know what? In my humanity, I entertained the thought of doing this post on an incredibly clever topic, with catchy examples and professor-like background study and a good choice of words to make up for the time that has been lost but then, God brought me back to my senses. That’s not really what He wants to hear. It’s probably not what you want to hear. And guess what? I’m not interested either. So let’s just be real, shall we? If you can’t support the idea of being honest and down to earth, well, stick with me anyways. Cause I could use your advice.

Look, I can’t even tell you that the reason for my nearly nonexistent appearance here is because I’ve been off galavanting across the globe, the country, or even my hometown doing many great things for the Lord. In all honesty, my relationship with God has kind of been shoved to the back burner for the time being. Priorities, people. Priorities. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have room for growth in this area. And we definitely receive benefit when we put God first. I know what it’s like to feel connected to God, and I also know what it’s like to feel disconnected. The latter leaves you feeling empty and isolated. Something I’ve also been learning through this: don’t make your time with God another thing on your to-do list. It just doesn’t belong there. Sure, it’s a lot to do with your priorities, but it should not be another one of those tasks to be checked off the list in order to wipe your slate and conscience clean.

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When I am reading anything, I can literally read page after page, word for word, while thinking something not even remotely close to the same subject.  When that “not-so-skill” is applied to reading God’s word, you can imagine how fruitful that is. God’s Word is packed with nutrition and life and ready to be devoured, and snacking on it just won’t cut it.God’s got plans and words and answers and power and wisdom to share with us. But if we’re not listening and waiting, we’re gonna miss it. I want to stop missing it, don’t you? Just think of all that can happen when we give our undivided attention to God! That’s exactly why we find ourselves so easily distracted. Satan detests the very thought of it. So, who do we want as the winner?

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Another thing, can anyone tell me what the secret is to being a highly successful, fully responsible, fearless adult full of much wisdom and, well…adultness??🤔 I know I know, that’s stretching it, but cheers to anyone else who feels like the years are flying by way too quickly and that the older you are expected to be, the younger you feel. Ugh. It reminds me of a comment a friend of mine made not that long ago when I said I did not know what I was doing in relation to a particular task. She emphatically stated, “Welcome to the adult world, Taralynn. Where everybody pretends to know what they’re doing, but nobody knows. Nobody.”

When you were little, did you ever hear one of those stories where something frightening is happening and the child is in utter despair but then along comes Father or Mother or any other adult figure and there’s that classic part of the story where it says, ”  ‘Don’t fear,’ said (Mother, Father, whoever), ‘There’s nothing to be afraid of.’ But inside, (Mother, Father, whoever) was trembling.” That was always a comfort to me (sarcasm injected). I was never so quick to believe an adult who said that ever again.

The truth is, though, that no matter how old we are, how much wisdom we store, or how many grey hairs we have, we are weak, dependent, and desperately in need of a higher power than we can attain ourselves, whether we like the idea or not.

Perhaps this growing up thing is related to the subject of change. But don’t even get me started. That’s a whole other post of its own.

This brings me to the end of my long-time-no-see letter to you, and maybe there’ll be more. If you have had enough of this stuff already, please notify me and I will resort to a more tolerable style of writing.

Also, if you have any advice, thoughts or questions about the subject of change, do share! I would love to take them into consideration.

Before you leave, though, I want you to consider this: whose standard of success are you taking most seriously? We were not made to be compared, and we all have a journey of our own, even though we travel together. I’ve had to remind myself to focus on the process and the progress. Even if it’s 2 steps forward, 1 step back , it’s still progress, no matter who you’re comparing it to. You’re going to fail sometimes, but God knows your thoughts and intentions and if He wouldn’t dream of giving up on you, then why should you? You are so totally worth it, my friend.



P.S. If u come across any texting abbreviations in this post plz have mercy on me. I was writing it on my phone n tht always calls for such problems. Also, if u have recognized the irony of this P.S. statement, u have just reached a new level of success. Congrats, TTYL!